DEVON
I sat in my room at the guest house, drenched in sweat and trembling hands with bloodied knuckles. The wall had got more red paint on it. Its old paint peeling off at places, and more bricks peeked out interestingly at my fucked up self.
After half an hour of trying, begging for me to stop punching the wall before the property crumbled down, Christine finally gave up twenty minutes ago.
I didn't hear any other sound in the house except my harsh breaths. I assumed she must have left to take care of something.
My mind was blank. More than my body, my heart was hurt.
What have I done?!
But I didn't regret it because it helped me with my goal. Elena was not more important than my goal, I have already made it clear to myself.
Then why her every world pierced through me like an arrow? Why did that hateful look in her eyes tear me apart?
She was no one! No one!
